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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 33: Not My Cup
Elara's POV ‘If this is hell, perhaps I'm the devil… or fallen angel.’ I wasn't sure how it happened. For the sake of my daughter, I ran to ensure her safety, only to hear the loud screech…Marco's growl. It was deadly, at the same time, it was a call for help. I rushed out with the fear of seeing him brutally wounded, but that wasn't the case, Lady Lucia was. For good long minutes, I remained frozen, dumb even. When our eyes met, my shocked ones against his dark, destructive ones, the hatred was bold, too bold to ignore. “Miss Elara?” Francesca's odd tone pulled me back to myself. “What flavor would you like?” Vanilla. Lavender. Avocado. The mansion had a stock of it, probably because Sofia always made orders for different flavors. Today, I wanted to try on the lavender and mixed fruits, but it'd be for nothing since there was no Marco. “Anything.” I replied with zero interest. She reached for a tin and dipped her hand in the thick liquid to scoop. The soothing sound blurre
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-10HIS: The Mafia King's Property 34: Her or Her
Marco's POV ‘Senator Saint Clair isn't a virtuous man after all….’ The text from Lorenzo accompanied a video clip. Even though I wasn't sure what he was referring to, it was obvious that Elara's father might be involved in all of this brouhaha, and his tone bore mockery, like I was stupid to even shelter his prodigal daughter. Too tired for another drama, I hesitated to open the video. I had just returned from the hospital, where the doctor had brushed the emergency off as a false alarm. He paid for his carelessly, but I was relieved to know Madre was doing okay. Curious, I clicked on the video, eyes narrowed from lack of sleep and anxiety. At the front of the government house, Mr. Saint Clair escorted Don Russo to his car in the convoy. Since it was a CCTV clip, their voices weren't audible. He seemed to be on good terms with Russo, as they shook hands, and he waved him off with a goofy smirk. Talk about a righteous man. Subconsciously tapping my foot on the brown lush carpe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-10HIS: The Mafia King's Property 35: Cold Breakfast
Marco's POV ‘Give Elara's head in exchange for revenge… It won't be betrayal because you don't love her…’Ripped apart, I slowly drifted out of reality. ‘... You don't love her… Marco?!’ I don't love her. I silently repeated, hoping it would change the way it came off on me. My skin literally crawled, and my heart raced for a minute… it was strange, too strange, that I reacted this way. Just maybe it was the sad look on her face when she eventually realized that she was bait… But of course, I don't love her. “Master?” Her soft whispering drew me to her small pretty face, innocent blue eyes, lips swollen from my rough kisses, one she indulged. “Do you want something?” My mouth said the first thing it registered. I was still stuck in limbo. So I just stared and mopped. “What more could I ask for?” Her smooth hands trailed my body. One minute, she clutched her hands in a modest prayer, the next minute, she was offering herself as a prey. Perhaps the prayer was for a peace offe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11HIS: The Mafia King's Property 36: Home Wreck
Marco's POV Right before me, they wheeled Madre's corpse out of the ward, her body covered in a neat white cloth. What was left of me? Revenge? Or perhaps her promises?For the first time in my life, I was dumb. Plain blank dumb. Not even Padre’s death made this much impact. “Take me home.” I mumbled incoherently to Kaid. Slowly walking like a wounded lion, I let him lead the way. Home?! The word felt strange. What was home without family? The soldati wouldn't make up for it, not even Sofia or Lorenzo. Leveling in the back of the car, I gently hummed to my mother's favorite song. The last time she put me to sleep, the very last night Padre let me be a child, mama sang me a lullaby. I pulled out my phone, tempted to switch it off, but stopped. A wounded lion never went to bed without licking its wound. I needed my retribution, and seeing me sulk would be their victory. “Speak.” Cold, I demanded once I picked up Lorenzo’s call. “What the fuck am I hearing?!” I removed the p
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11HIS: The Mafia King's Property 37: A Slip Of Your Secret
Marco's POV “One silly move and the blade will smoothly slit your throat.” I dragged on my cigar and puffed, releasing thick smoke into the air. First, he robbed me off happiness, then, a fuclong moment with Elara, what I had longed for all day long, and now… He wasn't talking. SMACK!!!I decked his face with my balled fist, letting the heavy rings on my knuckles break his jaws. The impact pushed him forward, causing the blade to sink into his flesh, with blood pouring out like a river. “Fucking speak!” I ordered, awakening my Rottweilers as they barked simultaneously, the room in the underground shaking with their heavy paws. Lorenzo stood at the end of the attic. He had a black fluffy coat draped over his shoulder. With his cigar in hand, he smoked without a care. One Don to a fucking prisoner, so he didn't interfere. As if to crawl under my skin, he spat out thick blood in front of me, and ducked his head, letting his blood flow and his head wave carelessly. The place I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12HIS: The Mafia King's Property 38: A Little Black Thread
Marco's POV Elara… My mind raced through a million things at a time. Her father was the last person with Don Russo before he left the states. Plus, his arrival was quiet which was unusual. I zoomed in on her photo, tearing down her pretty perfect features and analyzing her flaws. ‘Is she a part of the conspiracy?’ I paused and looked at her pretty round eyes which oozed innocence. ‘She was the first target, remember?’ Answering my mind, I resumed the rollercoaster. ‘What if that was a cheap stunt? He may be bound to miss her. That wasa freaking stunt to take her off limelight!’My mind was at war. A part of me wished to exempt her and her little monster from the bloodshed, but with every fucking minute, it seemed to be impossible. For scrutiny, I had cracked into the city's footage, and was taking the time to watch every of Russo's movement while Lorenzo did the same. Turned out he was right. “Don,” Kaid called by the door. I stopped boring into Elara’s photo and locked
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-15HIS: The Mafia King's Property 39: Straight Bullets
Marco's POV Alone. Armed to kill. Broken. My heart was shattered in a million places. Even though I was the Don of the country, surrounded by millions of soldiers, it felt like I was alone. There was a mole amongst us, smart, fast. So far, the person had succeeded in destroying trails of evidence we managed to gather, only to meet a dead end. Now, watching the arm of the faceless soldier, with a scar sacred to them, it was my secret and I was playing solo this time. I pulled out my phone and ran through a few files. The scar was familiar… too familiar to be skipped. Scrolling through numerous photos with no trace, I continued the video, zooming in on the face of the guy…He was masked. Another freaking dead end. “Don?” The door opened narrowly and Kaid poked his head in. “Do you have a minute?” I shushed him off, engrossed in my hunting game. The door shut, leaving me in my racing mind. Then, it hit, as hard as a thunder. I was in my car, monitoring the transaction betw
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-15HIS: The Mafia King's Property 40: Bye Madre
Marco's POV I was losing it; blood, sanity, life. Driving to my penthouse was a miracle. My pants were soaked with my blood, down to the leather seat of my car. Once I pulled over on a random spot, I crawled out of the wheel, feeling my heart beat faintly each passing minute. I barely had an hour left. Dragging out the fucker, Lucas tumbled down with a heavy thud. He was already struggling in the bag. Thankfully, I had him cuffed and chained, else, I might be his victim in my own territory. Groaning and biting down pain, I opened the zip lock to allow ventilation, before stumbling into the main house. Schwartz. I desperately needed to call him, but I needed this location to be discreet. Finally getting to the bathroom of the ground floor, I loosened my soaked from my shot abdomen, and wrapped a bandage tightly around it, to help with the stoppage of blood flow. Holding back a cry, I secured another bandage over it, almost splitting my abdomen in halves. Next was my shoulder
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 60: Day Of Recompense
Marco's POV Acid in a Pyrex glass. A loaded gun tucked in my pants. A leather wallet of spiked daggers.Good to go, I carried them to the private chambers where we would be meeting and set the glass beside my seat. The gun remained with me, and so did the set of blades. Hard jaws, and strong facade, but bleeding internally, I walked to the room. I spent the whole night in the study, crying my eyes out. “Marco?” She turned once the door opened. By the dresser, she sat, wrapped in just a bath towel. Her hair was neatly bound in another towel, baring her flawless skin, slender neck, and back. The towel dipped, forming a deep V-shape that sharply cut in, almost revealing her bum cheeks. Not expecting her reaction, she secured the towel around her chest and rushed towards me. She threw herself on me, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. She smelled of lavender and milk, and something so sweet. Elara…I held back a sob, refusing to break down on the day I'd drink their blood in return
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 59: Brutal Blow To Your Fucking Gut
Marco's POV The next bastard just rode in, right into my fucking trap. From my smart watch, I monitored the outside of my home. Once bitten, I wasn't trusting any fucker. Still ignorant of my findings, he fully parked in the garage, and casually strolled in, maintaining his gentleman steps. Soon, he'd ring me to inform me of his presence. “I'll be back soon, cioccolato bianco.”Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss on Elara's forehead. She was nestled in my arms, in total surrender, and sleeping as peacefully as a child with their guardian angel. This was the same lady who almost ripped me in shreds. Elara. A small smile crept along my lips. Gently, I admired her pretty features, big eyeballs, with long eyelashes that swept her face, full pouty lips, long ass…The more I looked, I found how perfect she was, not the other way around. I tried to free myself from her, as she was on my chest, and my arm was beneath her tender body. She whimpered sleepily and sighed in discomfort.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 58: Teach Me To Love You
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 57: Break Up, Make Up
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 56: Two Wrongs
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 55: Snipper
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 54: One Step Closer
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 53: In Control
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 52: Little Perks Of Your Monster
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
